I think Karloff would have made an awesome editor:

I didn't quite understand the "brand" concept, but it did seem to me that he did an awful lot of editing of books and compiling ghost stories ("Alfred Hitchcock presents Stories That Will Make You Shiver" and so forth) and what not.  Busy fella, I thought.

Bit of an oxymoron, that.

I know that Robert Arthur originated the series, although of course as a young reader I was gravely disappointed to find out that Alfred Hitchcock hadn't written them himself.

"Never mind about the werewolf," groaned Chet gloomily.  "Look at my sandwich!!"
 
Frank and Joe laughed good-naturedly at their portly friend's distress.

…and Billy Preston, the "Fifth Apostle."

Triffids, Tripods, and Children of the Damned.  It's a mess out there.

"Witness my transformation!  Witness my becoming!  Do you see? Oh hey, Scooby-Doo's on."

You didn't hear it from me.

He must have a mother.

For God's sake just tell us where they're buried.  Let's have some closure.

I wasn't actually familiar with that one— now I'm curious to give that a try.  I've also heard good things about Lilian Ross's Film, which is about John Huston making The Red Badge of Courage.

Dammit, where are those reports?!?

For some reason the sheer tastelessness of that idea ("the laughter shifting to hacking fits") is making me laugh uncontrollably right now.  I should feel guilty about this, right?

It's supposed to be "id."  It's all part of the Xtreme Freud movement.

They should just take the Dr. Who route and have him completely regenerate every few movies.

I believe the joke is that, despite the fact that's extremely wealthy and famous, having had sex is her only verifiable accomplishment.

I liked the exchange about the picture of Mussolini hanging over Brando's desk:

If you ever get a chance to pick it up, the book The Devil's Candy, about the making of Brian De Palma's The Bonfire of the Vanities, is one of the most illuminating guides to the moviemaking process ever written.

Is there a generic?